My World…
I had always wondered how I had ended up there. Shackled and bound, unable to move. Burden by the iron ball tied across my ankle. It had been the course of actions that I had taken. Maybe the course of path already charted out for me by the all knowing one. When doubt filled my mind about the justifications of events that had crossed my path, faith was something that I was unwilling to give up. Maybe it was that faith, the unknown bond between me and the universe, that provided me with the power to rise above all those adversities. Just like a phoenix bird, I wanted to purge myself of all the past and rise again from my own ashes as a new soul but yet wise with the lessons of the past. But the wounds of the past were so deep that however healed it was, it still leaves a painful scar. A scar that makes you want to undo your whole life, go back step by step and correct your methods. But again, since the justification of all events in one’s life is not provided, faith was the only way ahe...